I was visiting a client/friend in Houston a few years back. He was looking for help setting up his non-profit foundation, and I was in need of a vacation, so I combined business with pleasure with a tax write-off trip to Houston for three or four days. The consultation was completed in a day, so I had a couple of days to relax. I was staying at a hotel near the Galleria conveniently across from Truluck’s, an awesome steak & seafood restaurant, by the way.
At home, I’m always on the road between clients, the office and the courthouses, so I took this opportunity to just stay at the hotel and chill. After dinner the first evening, I was hanging out in the hotel’s hot tub reading. An older couple was there, very friendly. We began to talking about life, career, family. When I mentioned my hometown, a small town in California between LA and Las Vegas, they stopped talking and started sizing me up, scrutinizing my facial features. The old lady asked “Are you TJ and Deena’s kid?”. I was shocked! What are the chances that I’d be sitting in a hot tub in Texas and meet someone who knew my parents? In a small town, everyone knows everyone else, and it turns out they lived outside of my hometown, and were friends of my parents. Apparently, I had even met them as a child. I didn’t remember that, but they sure did.
We reminisced about the folks back home, my dad’s passing, and other idle gossip. I mean, there isn’t much else to talk about when you’re from a podunk town like mine anyway. The night had far exceeded my expectations, and I was thoroughly satisfied and ready to take in the news and hit the sack early. As I was reaching for my towel, I accidentally knocked my cell phone into the hot tub. Couldn’t I have one freaking vacation without incident? Fortunately there was a cell phone repair shop nearby that knew exactly what to do. I was sure I’d lose all my contacts, text messages, etc. I was relieved to find out that this happens fairly often, and reassured that everything would be intact. It was, thankfully.
So, what’s the moral of the story? Well, there are two. First of all, it’s a small world, so always be networking. You never know who you’ll bump into, regardless of where you go. Also, you don’t know what those people you bump into might be able to do for you someday. So as you go about your day, every day, network yourself. Make acquaintances with folks, exchange business cards.
Secondly, do something to help your new friends. Give them a call a day or so after you’ve met to let them know that you have someone that might be interested in their services. Believe me, if you do that for the people you meet, you’ll ALWAYS be remembered and many will repay your kindness one day. You never know, you might end up in a hot tub with someone you’ve met in a city far far away. So with repaying in mind, I have to thank the folks who fixed my phone, Cell Phone Repair Houston, who certainly saved me from a sleepless night and hours of trying to put the jigsaw puzzle I call my life back together if I had to buy a new cell phone.